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No one. - Chapter 1

Hello everyone, this is a war-type scenario story I have been developing for some time now. Many parts of it has been based of stories from my father and uncles. But exaggerated for effect . This first chapter explains emotions to the max, I really worked hard on this. Please read through it and tell me what you think, it's your opinion that counts at the end of the day. Thank you in advance.

No one - Chapter 1.

War really isn’t my thing; I’m not emotionally strong enough to be here, many people my age enjoy their life during these times, but I had to settle for the only thing that my useless body could fit in, with even more useless figures who proclaim to ‘fight for their country’ but in reality. It is the only place where they can fit in; in the hell that is war. Where many fight to survive; live under circumstances compared to that of a rat. I’m beginning to slowly question my existence, whether my life serves a purpose or not. If I die, will anyone care? Will there even be a funeral? Or will my body be left out on this miserable Earth, only to be the substantial lifetime meal for cockroaches and ants, along with the rest of the corpses of those who ‘fought for justice’

Painful memories always appear in my mind, childhood was never something I experienced. Other than my mind and emotions developing over the years, I could never fully act like a child; I still remember the day I turned into an adult. ‘Alright son, I’ll be back before you know it!’ The last words my mother uttered to me, she had what I thought was a normal operation for the frequent stomach pains she had been getting, but the devastating news I found out a month later was that she was suffering from gastric cancer, but was afraid to tell me due to the fact I was young. The doctors told my dad it was due to my birth, but the disease had a very slow development and wouldn’t show any symptoms for at least 14 years.

After that night, my father never showed any interest in me at all, the only reason we were living together is because of my mother. At the start of the day we would both leave for school/work, where I would be the social outcast that I was, with no friends, no decent grades and no bright future. Overhearing the disappointment that I was to my teachers, ‘He’s just not good enough’ I heard one of them say after a school day. ‘Worst part is his parents don’t aid him in his education, I heard his moth..’ That was all I could hear before they had noticed me, and that was all I needed to know before I concluded that not even my school applies me as a human being. 2 years later the news of my mother had spread around the entire school, I was at my worst. To walk around the school corridors with a blank stare from everyone, I just did not want to go back.

Unfortunately, later that day I went home only to find that my dad was gone, all he left for me was a bit of money to last me a week and the house keys. Now with both of my parents gone, I had nothing to live for. The only reason I tried hard in school, even though I was underachieving, was to impress my father. The only blood relative I had left on this waste of a planet now had left me as well. I didn’t for once think where he would have gone to, because at that moment I gave up. And started considering suicide as an option to get myself rid of this misery.

Then, one day, while watching the news from a TV inside a store, the world was in shock when Russia had declared war on the UK, and that was when it hit me, what better way to end my life, then end it while looking like a hero? My opinion was too naive back then, I had no clue what this new life was going to do for me, but without anything left to serve my purpose in this life, I went to the army headquarters with a big smile on my face. ‘How may I help you sir?’ asked the cute receptionist at the base, while slowly destroying my smile, I handed over the poster and asked ‘I’d like to join the army.’ Then a smile on her face grew ‘Cheer up, you’re doing a wonderful thing, come with me.’ I then followed her to a small room, she left me there and told me to wait a few minutes until a general would come. When she left, I looked around my enclosures, seeing posters of famous war heroes, and pictures of the army, with everyone smiling and looking they enjoy their time. Then, the door slammed open, and a man as big as a giant stepped in, with a grin on his face and simply said ‘So... You want to join the army huh?’, ‘Yes’ I replies. Letting his manly shout displace the child-like voice I had. He then handed me an application form, and told me to fill it out. Then he simply left and, as I looked down at the form, it amused me that I couldn’t fill out the first box that said ‘Name’. My parents never really named me, and during school my name was never called out during registration. Without further ado, I simply scribbled ‘No One’ in the first box, and then as the more boxes I was filling out, I started realising nothing of this is actually beneficial towards me in any way, I only wanted to join the army so I could die with what they call ‘glory’ instead be on the front page of the news for hanging myself from my bedroom.

After many hours of filling out forms, the general, whose name was Paul, took me to the training camp, where I was given the bottom bed of a bunk-bed with a guy named Kamal, my own toothbrush and my own army uniform. I actually thought that this could be the start of something new, and that my life could have a meaning here. I went a long with the procedures into turning us from normal boys to army men. It only took about two weeks, and during that time I befriended many people, all including those who had gone through rough times just like me, with nothing to live for but war. After the two weeks had passed, they shipped us onto the battlefield where I believed I would die. After everything that had happened to me in the past, I was finally near peace, finally near my death. I could die knowing that my country would love me, because of the sacrifice I did in the war, to help them advance into the future.

That was when it struck me, after being in the trench for a few hours; I could finally lift my head over to see what the battlefield was like, and the horror that went through my mind at that moment struck me worse than any bullet could. I saw nothing but corpses everywhere, not only the enemies, but ours as well. The beautiful scenery that was once in this area was destroyed. The captain of our fleet pushed my head down and shouted at me ‘Do you want to die like those people!’ With the stone cold face I was showing, I simply replied ‘Sir, can you tell me who those people are?’ As the Captain slowly got out his binoculars and looked around, after a while he looked at me and chuckled ‘This is war son, no one knows who you are.’ I felt gobsmacked, all the images in the room, the campaigns to get more people to join the army, fight for your country and everyone will remember you. They were all lies, everything I had imagined would happen was all a dream, I wouldn’t be remembered, just like the corpses in front of me, I would become one with the waste around me, and nothing would have changed. My death would have had no impact on this war or the society at all. Yet here I am, budged up on this trench with hundreds of soldiers, with nothing to eat, and on the lookout for enemies as every second passes, this is what war really is. The only question, What am I doing here?